A couple of things.....some pertaining to fear of death.

I ride my motorcycle a lot. But I struggle. I struggle every time I park in a big parking lot like that of a grocery story or mall. I hear that people are bothered seeing a motorcycle taking up a whole parking space to themselves. Yet, where else am I to park? I see motorcycles parked often in the striped lined areas or on the sidewalks right next to the entrance of the attended store. I see that and I think it's nice to be able to do that.....but I don't know if I can do it. Is it right? Who made me more special than all others with such privileged parking, even parking closer than the handicapped just because I ride a motorcycle. I attended a church service the other day at a local mega church with a friend. We were on Bonita Moo. We had to park sooo soooo far because we were a few minutes late. When we finally walked and made it to the entrance we notice that there were several motorcycles parked in a striped parking section, closer to the church entrance than any others. "Sinners" or privileged few?

Anyhow.... this goes through my mind.... a lot. :) especially since I just came in to this restaurant after parking sooooo far away, and then I get to the entrance and a motorcycle is parked right there by the door on the sidewalk. How do you feel? Should motorcycles park like every one else or should they have special privileges?

Ok. Moving on.

This is a photo of me in Spring of 2002 at Calvary Chapel Bible College in Murrieta, California. I used to be somewhat of a familiar face at that college. I used to participate in skits and other musical things in front of the student body. This was a skit I created with a song I wrote back then. I've never been the best at creating my own lyrics, sooooo I used to steal them from the bible and make bible songs. Here is the skit on YouTube for your viewing pleasure.

You know I really appreciate faith and religious function and all these days. I see it as good. Unless it is bad, then I see it as bad. I see it for what it is and not for what it generically is supposed to be. For example, I don't appreciate someone being a cop just for being a cop, or a teacher for being a teacher; both of which typically are praised jobs. I've learned that not all teachers give a shit and not all cops are there to protect the people. But I digress. The songs I used to create are floating around on YouTube somewhere. People see them and are still blessed (happy) by them. And that makes me happy. It helps them. It encourages them in their faith. That's fine with me.

Lastly.

Last weekend I went to my first motorcycle rally with my pop. He's been doing this stuff since I was a kid, actually since before I was born. He'd have trophies all over the wall from winning slow race competitions. Well several bikers went out for a bike ride that Saturday. At one point we (my dad, my half bro and myself) were behind but we caught up to the rest of the pack as they were all pulled over. What happened a Great Dane. Dannnngggg!!

Great Dang Damages

My dad is a Gypsy Lifer (motorcycle club)

The dad on the left and brother.

Anyhow, what may startle you in a vehicle and what may cause some car damage has a great potential of killing you if you are on a bike. This guy lived. He didn't even fall off his bike.

Anyhow I feel like I could go on. I just need to write stuff more often so I don't have such long posts.

After I left town, me and my half brother took off. He video'd me riding the bike on hwy 119 leaving Yorktown while taking a short break.  I messed with it on my laptop. :) Have a good day. Be aware of motorcyclists on the roads. Hug.